lunes, 24 de junio de 2013

A Whiter Shade of Pale

She said, 'There is no reason'
and the truth is plain to see.

 But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed

And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale

Tenía mechones desiguales en la frente y nombre de ciudad perdida . 

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